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Two boys run for their lives — and find new ones

Two boys run for their lives — and find new ones

No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. — Somali poet, Warsan Shire Sweat dripped down Daniel’s face as he dragged his heavy rake past the rows of plants barely beginning to sprout. Ahead of him, Peter was already covered in mud, his 12-year-old frame...
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